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Detective Angela Martin returns to action in SURRENDER, Book 3 of the Fatal Obsession Trilogy.

Having endured unspeakable loss in the TAKEN, Book 1 of the Fatal Obsession Trilogy, and having her new love snatched from her arms in HELPLESS, Book 2, by human traffickers who wouldn’t think twice about killing to keep their national ring in operation, Detective Martin is determined to do anything necessary to save him.

That leads to her doing the unthinkable — making a deal with those who took her love in order to save him, a deal that eventually leads to being on the run from the very law enforcement officers she’s worked with her entire career.

Her only refuge is to go deep into the world of BDSM, turning herself over to a submissive training academy and risking becoming the virtual property of another, or others. Ultimately, she finds her own life may be on the line, but not before she learns firsthand what true sexual servitude and bondage is.

SURRENDER, like TAKEN and HELPLESS, is a sultry, scintillating thriller-suspense tale that will keep you riveted to your ereader until the last word.

WARNING: While SURRENDER is a novel of suspense, it is also meant only for adults. It includes explicit descriptions of bondage, BDSM, submission, and more.

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Excerpt..

Angela shivered in the night air. Her vision was nothing but a field of black – a blindfold kept the world out – but the air had that cool, slightly humid feel that comes with a summer evening in the North Carolina mountains. She stood, quietly, patiently, not that she had any other choice – her wrists were bound tightly behind her. She felt others, jostling her from behind, stopping in front of her. Women, she assumed, just like her, alone, scared, enslaved.

The woman in front of her stepped away. A hand on her shoulder indicated Angela was to wait. After a time she felt someone lean into her shoulder, lips next to her ear.

"Step forward, please."

Tentatively, Angela did as instructed.

"Careful, you have a step up, then a second one and a third."

Angela felt hands grasp her arms from behind as she took the first step. The hands let go, to be replaced by others grabbing from ahead as she took the second step and the third. She was led forward for several feet, then hands pressed against her chest.

"Stop here. Turn to your right."

Again, Angela followed the instructions. "Back up. One more step."

She felt the back of her legs against something. "Sit down."

Angela did, and found herself resting on what felt like a vinyl cushion, a hard wall behind her. She was pushed back against the wall, something was pulled across her waist and buckled – a seatbelt? She felt someone on her left, sitting, and soon she was joined by another body on her right. After several minutes, hearing whispers, buckles being snapped, an occasional whimper or gasp, the sound stopped. The blindfold was pulled from her face.
Angela blinked several times, her eyes eventually adjusting to the scant light given off by an overhead fluorescent bulb. She appeared to be in what she guessed was the enclosed back of a truck. Across from her was a bench seat attached to the wall, six women sitting, their arms pulled behind them – no doubt bound as Angela's were – each held in place by a seat belt across their waist.

Angela looked to her left – there was a single woman there, on her bench – and then to her right, four more women sat. They were all like the women on the opposite side, arms bound behind them, belted to the bench.

The women looked different – some tall and thin, others shorter, some chunkier, two with red hair, three others besides Angela where blond, the rest different shades of brown or black. Angela was among the taller ones, it appeared, given her five-foot-nine-inch frame, and though she had lost weight over the past year, she still was curvy, a tad on the thicker side, especially compared to the thin, pale black-haired woman sitting immediately to her left.

And all were dressed alike in sheer black bras that, for the larger women like Angela, appeared to be about two sizes too small; and matching thongs.

Standing in the middle of the truck, under the fluorescent light mounted in the ceiling, was a woman. She was dressed in plain black jeans and shirt, with a mask covering the top half of her face and a riding crop in her hand. She walked, slowly, along the bench opposite from Angela. She leaned over and stroked the inner thigh of one of the women there, then moved on, touching a shoulder, an arm, caressing a face, before she turned toward Angela's side of the truck. She ran her fingers through the long black hair of the woman beside her, then cupped Angela's chin.

Instinctively Angela pulled away.

"Ah, a little spirit," the woman said before whipping the crop hard against Angela's thighs. Angela jumped.

The woman leaned over, stared into Angela's eyes and cupped her chin again. This time Angela made no move.

"You learn fast," the woman said.

She straightened.

"I wish I had something witty to say," she said. "All I can say is welcome. I don't know your backgrounds, or what brought you here, but what I do know is your lives have changed forever."

With that she walked to the back of the truck, stepped out and pulled down the roll top door. Angela heard the bolt slide in place and lock.

She looked around. Most of the women had fear on the faces. She glanced at the woman to her left and saw what she would best describe as indifference.
An engine roared to life, the truck lurched hard and then began rolling. One of the women on the opposite bench, a shorter, chunkier woman whimpered as the sudden, jerking movement caused her right breast to slip from the bra.

God, that could have been me.

Almost before Angela could finish her thought the truck hit a large bump. The women were all jostled against one another, and Angela's left breast slipped out, hanging uncomfortably over her bra.

Damn.

She felt her face growing hot, from embarrassment and anger. Without thought she pulled against the rope binding her wrists together, bent forward trying to free herself.

"Take it easy," the woman with the long black hair said.

Angela looked at her.

"It's not the end of the world," she said.

Angela stayed bent over for a minute, maybe two, then gradually sat up. Sitting there, her breast hanging lose, not a damn thing she could do about it, Angela's true predicament hit her full force.

She was no longer her own person. She had given up her freedom, had traded herself for someone she cared about, and now her choice hit home.

I belong to someone else.


Excerpt..

Angela shivered in the night air. Her vision was nothing but a field of black – a blindfold kept the world out – but the air had that cool,
slightly humid feel that comes with a summer evening in the North Carolina mountains. She stood, quietly, patiently, not that she had any
other choice – her wrists were bound tightly behind her. She felt others, jostling her from behind, stopping in front of her. Women, she
assumed, just like her, alone, scared, enslaved.



The woman in front of her stepped away. A hand on her shoulder indicated Angela was to wait. After a time she felt someone lean into her
shoulder, lips next to her ear.



"Step forward, please."



Tentatively, Angela did as instructed.



"Careful, you have a step up, then a second one and a third."



Angela felt hands grasp her arms from behind as she took the first step. The hands let go, to be replaced by others grabbing from ahead as
she took the second step and the third. She was led forward for several feet, then hands pressed against her chest.



"Stop here. Turn to your right."



Again, Angela followed the instructions. "Back up. One more step."



She felt the back of her legs against something. "Sit down."



Angela did, and found herself resting on what felt like a vinyl cushion, a hard wall behind her. She was pushed back against the wall,
something was pulled across her waist and buckled – a seatbelt? She felt someone on her left, sitting, and soon she was joined by another
body on her right. After several minutes, hearing whispers, buckles being snapped, an occasional whimper or gasp, the sound stopped. The
blindfold was pulled from her face.

Angela blinked several times, her eyes eventually adjusting to the scant light given off by an overhead fluorescent bulb. She appeared to be
in what she guessed was the enclosed back of a truck. Across from her was a bench seat attached to the wall, six women sitting, their arms
pulled behind them – no doubt bound as Angela's were – each held in place by a seat belt across their waist.



Angela looked to her left – there was a single woman there, on her bench – and then to her right, four more women sat. They were all like
the women on the opposite side, arms bound behind them, belted to the bench.



The women looked different – some tall and thin, others shorter, some chunkier, two with red hair, three others besides Angela where blond,
the rest different shades of brown or black. Angela was among the taller ones, it appeared, given her five-foot-nine-inch frame, and though
she had lost weight over the past year, she still was curvy, a tad on the thicker side, especially compared to the thin, pale black-haired
woman sitting immediately to her left.



And all were dressed alike in sheer black bras that, for the larger women like Angela, appeared to be about two sizes too small; and
matching thongs.



Standing in the middle of the truck, under the fluorescent light mounted in the ceiling, was a woman. She was dressed in plain black jeans
and shirt, with a mask covering the top half of her face and a riding crop in her hand. She walked, slowly, along the bench opposite from
Angela. She leaned over and stroked the inner thigh of one of the women there, then moved on, touching a shoulder, an arm, caressing a face,
before she turned toward Angela's side of the truck. She ran her fingers through the long black hair of the woman beside her, then cupped
Angela's chin.



Instinctively Angela pulled away.



"Ah, a little spirit," the woman said before whipping the crop hard against Angela's thighs. Angela jumped.



The woman leaned over, stared into Angela's eyes and cupped her chin again. This time Angela made no move.



"You learn fast," the woman said.



She straightened.



"I wish I had something witty to say," she said. "All I can say is welcome. I don't know your backgrounds, or what brought you here, but
what I do know is your lives have changed forever."



With that she walked to the back of the truck, stepped out and pulled down the roll top door. Angela heard the bolt slide in place and lock.




She looked around. Most of the women had fear on the faces. She glanced at the woman to her left and saw what she would best describe as
indifference.

An engine roared to life, the truck lurched hard and then began rolling. One of the women on the opposite bench, a shorter, chunkier woman
whimpered as the sudden, jerking movement caused her right breast to slip from the bra.



God, that could have been me.



Almost before Angela could finish her thought the truck hit a large bump. The women were all jostled against one another, and Angela's left
breast slipped out, hanging uncomfortably over her bra.



Damn.



She felt her face growing hot, from embarrassment and anger. Without thought she pulled against the rope binding her wrists together, bent
forward trying to free herself.



"Take it easy," the woman with the long black hair said.



Angela looked at her.



"It's not the end of the world," she said.



Angela stayed bent over for a minute, maybe two, then gradually sat up. Sitting there, her breast hanging lose, not a damn thing she could
do about it, Angela's true predicament hit her full force.



She was no longer her own person. She had given up her freedom, had traded herself for someone she cared about, and now her choice hit
home.



I belong to someone else.


Excerpt..

Angela shivered in the night air. Her vision was nothing but a field of black – a blindfold kept the world out – but the air had that cool,

slightly humid feel that comes with a summer evening in the North Carolina mountains. She stood, quietly, patiently, not that she had any

other choice – her wrists were bound tightly behind her. She felt others, jostling her from behind, stopping in front of her. Women, she

assumed, just like her, alone, scared, enslaved.





The woman in front of her stepped away. A hand on her shoulder indicated Angela was to wait. After a time she felt someone lean into her

shoulder, lips next to her ear.





"Step forward, please."





Tentatively, Angela did as instructed.





"Careful, you have a step up, then a second one and a third."





Angela felt hands grasp her arms from behind as she took the first step. The hands let go, to be replaced by others grabbing from ahead as

she took the second step and the third. She was led forward for several feet, then hands pressed against her chest.





"Stop here. Turn to your right."





Again, Angela followed the instructions. "Back up. One more step."





She felt the back of her legs against something. "Sit down."





Angela did, and found herself resting on what felt like a vinyl cushion, a hard wall behind her. She was pushed back against the wall,

something was pulled across her waist and buckled – a seatbelt? She felt someone on her left, sitting, and soon she was joined by another

body on her right. After several minutes, hearing whispers, buckles being snapped, an occasional whimper or gasp, the sound stopped. The

blindfold was pulled from her face.


Angela blinked several times, her eyes eventually adjusting to the scant light given off by an overhead fluorescent bulb. She appeared to be

in what she guessed was the enclosed back of a truck. Across from her was a bench seat attached to the wall, six women sitting, their arms

pulled behind them – no doubt bound as Angela's were – each held in place by a seat belt across their waist.





Angela looked to her left – there was a single woman there, on her bench – and then to her right, four more women sat. They were all like

the women on the opposite side, arms bound behind them, belted to the bench.





The women looked different – some tall and thin, others shorter, some chunkier, two with red hair, three others besides Angela where blond,

the rest different shades of brown or black. Angela was among the taller ones, it appeared, given her five-foot-nine-inch frame, and though

she had lost weight over the past year, she still was curvy, a tad on the thicker side, especially compared to the thin, pale black-haired

woman sitting immediately to her left.





And all were dressed alike in sheer black bras that, for the larger women like Angela, appeared to be about two sizes too small; and

matching thongs.





Standing in the middle of the truck, under the fluorescent light mounted in the ceiling, was a woman. She was dressed in plain black jeans

and shirt, with a mask covering the top half of her face and a riding crop in her hand. She walked, slowly, along the bench opposite from

Angela. She leaned over and stroked the inner thigh of one of the women there, then moved on, touching a shoulder, an arm, caressing a face,

before she turned toward Angela's side of the truck. She ran her fingers through the long black hair of the woman beside her, then cupped

Angela's chin.





Instinctively Angela pulled away.





"Ah, a little spirit," the woman said before whipping the crop hard against Angela's thighs. Angela jumped.





The woman leaned over, stared into Angela's eyes and cupped her chin again. This time Angela made no move.





"You learn fast," the woman said.





She straightened.





"I wish I had something witty to say," she said. "All I can say is welcome. I don't know your backgrounds, or what brought you here, but

what I do know is your lives have changed forever."





With that she walked to the back of the truck, stepped out and pulled down the roll top door. Angela heard the bolt slide in place and lock.







She looked around. Most of the women had fear on the faces. She glanced at the woman to her left and saw what she would best describe as

indifference.


An engine roared to life, the truck lurched hard and then began rolling. One of the women on the opposite bench, a shorter, chunkier woman

whimpered as the sudden, jerking movement caused her right breast to slip from the bra.





God, that could have been me.





Almost before Angela could finish her thought the truck hit a large bump. The women were all jostled against one another, and Angela's left

breast slipped out, hanging uncomfortably over her bra.





Damn.





She felt her face growing hot, from embarrassment and anger. Without thought she pulled against the rope binding her wrists together, bent

forward trying to free herself.





"Take it easy," the woman with the long black hair said.





Angela looked at her.





"It's not the end of the world," she said.





Angela stayed bent over for a minute, maybe two, then gradually sat up. Sitting there, her breast hanging lose, not a damn thing she could

do about it, Angela's true predicament hit her full force.





She was no longer her own person. She had given up her freedom, had traded herself for someone she cared about, and now her choice hit

home.





I belong to someone else.



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Traci Wilde is a member of the After Midnight Press cooperative, penning hot, steaming, erotic shorts stories and novels deep into the night.

Here's what her colleagues at After Midnight Press have to say about her: "The name seems to fit, as our self-described wild-child sometimes draws from her own real-life experiences for her tales."

That's not to say every story she writes happened, but quite a few of them have a basis in real-life events. She's single (and says she will always remain so), lives in North Carolina at present (though she moves around every so often), and counts among her hobbies running, watching the stars at night, and...well, having sex. Often.

 

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